poetry

People see trees of green, Skies of blue,They know how to absorb a scene,But I'm focused on you.Your sun kissed cheeks,The way you smile at me,Carrying me through peaks,And how you make me feel free. The future may be uncertain,But I certainly am not,I want to dedicate my life to you,Even when my life stops.You never cease to carry existence,And my alter ego always opts,To hide from this beauty,Shield my eyes from this goddess.The way your hair falls,Like water on rocks,I push my heart to absorb your scenery,But with such beauty, My heart stops.

About the Author:Gregory Harrelson has been writing stories and poetry since he could basically hold a pen. Words are his life and his expression. He also has his poems "Willowed Memories" and "Special Moments" published by MIteen Writers.

We blend into patterns and swirlsWe are often not heardNot seenNot feltNot noticedWe don't mind being in the darkWe dance with shadows as We trace our fingers along peeling paperWe watch others mingle through glasses like windowsWe accept the silence, but also the noiseWe don't contribute to the music and space fillingWe standWe hideWe conformWe are the wallflowers.ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Kaitlyn Hickok is passionate about writing and expressing with words. She believes that everyone has a voice and that it should be shared. Kaitlyn writes in her free time and hopes to turn it into a career. She is also the Editor-in-Chief of MIteen Writers.

She asked me "am I special?" And I couldn't answer.Anytime I lookedher in the eye,my breath was gone,and suddenly I'msuspended over the world,as if time andexistence no longerhad meaning.As if I were otherworldly.But that's what givesit meaning, the wayI call her special.

About the Author:Gregory Harrelson has been writing stories and poetry since he could basically hold a pen. Words are his life and his expression. He also has his poem "Willowed Memories" published by MIteen Writers.

For this serious mental flaw.One in four people they say.It’s just the luck of the draw.A simple thing they have to face during the day.

And some don’t even try.There is no way to stop.And all she can do is cry.Until the blood starts to drop.The pain goes on for years.There is nothing but rage.All there is are tears.There will never be a new page.I found out there is no way to escape.

But all I am is a small mistake.

About the Author: "Let go and let the world pass through your fingertips." Life is stressful and you can't always have your way. Mariah Miller has learned this the hard way, probably just like any other 17 year old girl that goes to high school. Dedication and passion have always been a big role in her life. She sets goals for herself that she feels she can able to achieve. Life is hard, and we should never be afraid to ask for help or give help to those who need it. Life is to short to live in the negative.

It's sick, sitting under a sycamore,Wondering if there'd ever be more, if you and I could ever be more,Pushing thoughts out of you and me,You said you'd always love me, yet you were always jaunting.The image of you is forever haunting,And there's no way you can keep just flauntingYour new boy toy and his lack of feeling,But that's the secret to dealing With your emotions and life I guess.You could always say I was never the best,Leaving you wondering if I got rest or if I was gonna get a good grade on that test,But you didn't care, and it's never been fair,The delicate smell of your hair and the way you float through the air.

About the Author:Gregory Harrelson has been writing stories and poetry since he could basically hold a pen. Words are his life and his expression.

By Nick Brown, Ionia High School​I see her being ridiculedfor the clothes she'swearing.I see him being ridiculedfor the people hesits with.I see them being ridiculedfor the music that theylisten to.Yet, I don't speakUp.

Then comes my turn.I'm ridiculed for theClothes I wear, theWay I act, theThings that are importantTo me, andWho I love.

But I deserve it.Don't I?About the author: Nick Brown is a sophomore at Ionia High School. He is also on the MITeenWriters Staff.

By Kaylyn Brown, Monroe High School Its been 3 years since I've felt your hug.3 years since I've heard your voice.3 years since I've got to see you.3 years since I've got to see your smile or hear your laugh.3 years of missing you.The worst 3 years of my life.I've been staring at your pictures trying to repress the tears building up in my eyes.I've been staring at your pictures wondering why you had to be taken from me.I've been staring,I've been staring, I have been staring at your pictures to memorize every little detail of you.The way your eyes lit up when watching something you loved.I remember the way you jumped from your seat when I got hurt on that soccer field.I remember you carrying me and making me laugh through my tears.I remember.I remember, I remember and it still hurts.When you left you took a piece of me with you, and now I have this whole in my chest that can never be filled.I have dreams with you in them where I get to bury myself in your grasp and don't feel this constant emptiness.I have dreams, I have dreams, I have dreams where I get to see you one last time and I wake up in tears because you aren't here with me.You aren't here, you aren't here, you are not here and knowing that kills me. It has been tearing me apart from the inside out and I'm not sure how much of me is going to be left.

​About the author:Kaylyn is a sophomore at Monroe High School. She loves writing, and her favorite thing to write is poetry.

Behind blue eyes she hidesFingers tracing the past scattered from left to rightshe can't thinkshe can only feelIf you knew you wouldn't believeBut if you believe then you definitely don't knowShe's shakingHer heart breakingBut she'll say she is fine as if she doesn't feel completely forsakenAll she can see is the hatredKnows nothing about what life truly isBecause she hidingtrying to save herselfBecause without you she can't care for herselfWhen she's aloneit just gets worseAs her pain becomes evident on her armsLeaving scars of coursebut you wouldn't knowYou left long agoAnd though they'll say how happy she isThey have no idea how she really brokeBehind blue eyes she hidesa pain deeper than her own demise

​About the Author: Madison Grill, a sophomore at Portland High School, writes poetry when she's stressed because it's one of the few ways she can display her emotions in a healthy form.